Lowborn rebel attack! Peasants hold their scythes Storming the gates of burgoise Put rich heads on the pikes Storming the barricades Stomping lawn of gods You will not see sunshine Outside is full of mob
They're rushing, slashing and raping Onwards, sons of hell! Cities burning like torches Villagers hate is bursting tonight
Lowborn rebel attack Launching their assault Where're you running fool? Your head is going to roll You used to humiliate Now it's time for revenge In their eyes nothing more But anger and purest hate
Heads off, pikes are sharp Gutter is full of blood Guts are torn apart Street is red, where bodies lie
Villages, cities burnt to ground No one to tell the tales Tales about biggest hate Man could ever felt Poor holding harvesting tools Themis loses her scale Only her hands touch the sword This sword will judge and ban
Last mansion scorched to ground Next target is tower Black magic is what owns it It stands on blasphemer's land
“Look! What's this?” “That's tower There lives friend of our prey” “I've heard he isn't one of them” “Nor he is one of us” “But he has wife and a child what they did to us?” “No one is an innocent That's truth harsh but just”
Life is leaving her Alchemist's grief overhelms Lost his will of life His grief is growing along with power
(We will) We will punish them, we will punish them for their crimes (We will) We will bring justice, we will bring justice to our kind Land is going to prosper, going to prosper on our land It's time to put the shackles, put the shackles on their childsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
